Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i grasp and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the to the last, it is in the passionate
clear shit! all my nigger my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique when i that you notice
it's sort of unique, cause you know it's me,
my is deep and i'm still mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't still, it's like trying smoke crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's known any minute i snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if bush
i bully rappers so bad lyrically
it even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
you can't pay me for you to play me
it's cockamanie you just ain't zany enough to rock shady
my noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's
i got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, i'm brutal
no rumor, i'm numero uno, assume it
there's no humor in it, no more you know
i'm rolling with a swollen ball in my bag
you a fag to come and tear a near hole in my ass!

young hov got the in a frenzy
million sold all independently,
so when you me
make sure you got your 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i ain't no chimney
my ma was claus, well, at least she pretended to be
'til one night, well, that's if serves me correct
i her under the christmas tree.
young hov ain't no pops
god, man, i had the block
ya'll hear me
you young fucks got the game all
this is my life, man, this no song!
you ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your house
in that tight-ass room, pullin' the out
and the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing
you american pie, stop yourself!

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i woke up on my born day, i'm twenty years of blessing
the of adolescent leaves my body now i'm fresh in
my physical frame is cause i made it
one through life some god-ly like thing created
got 365 days annual plus some
load up the mic and bust one, cuss i puffs from
my skull cause it's pain in my brain vein maintain
don't go the grain simple and plain!
when i was young at this i to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take wallets they jewels and rip they green cards
dipped to the flashin' my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass blunts with hash
now it's all about cash in abundance, niggaz i to run with
is rich or doin in the hundreds
i switched my motto -- of sayin fuck tomorrow
that buck bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
i stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut small pieces to get my loot
time is illmatic keep static like wool
pack a four-matic that your whole cabbage!